if i could sum up a few of the more poignant relationship blog posts I have discovered over the course of the past week on the world wide wonder, it might resemble this unabashedly uncharacteristic undulating stream of words i call…
“a little love poem in retrospect, based upon a reflection of my hormonal state”
love is like a chocolate cake…
or a Hershey’s kiss with a mini graham cracker…
with too much powdered sugar
and waaaayyyyy too much sprinkly bits on top.
love is like a mega-sized lemonade from Chic-Fil-A
waaaaaayyyy too overly sweet and a little bit too sour…
making me think my stomach is in the rinse cycle
still back among the sex-starved hot mammas at the laundrymat.
But you could also say love is akin to a long twisted low mein noodle
you sooooooooo want to wrap your taste buds around…
and pray the good part stays with you waaaaayyyy longer than….
the last date you had with the twinkly eyed girl- who had the breath of a chipmunk.
yes, i’ve found my shelf life expired-my rose bouquet dying- my puppy dog smile disappearing
while nibbling on bits of pickled herring, cheese logs, and a beef stick from Hickory Farms;
my life is such a mess i’m ready to back up into the swamp and dream about alligator stomachs-
until i go out with that crazy chick that keeps stalking me online with sudden snapchats
and i find that German chocolate cake isn’t the only chocolate cake in the whole wide world,
just as Angela Merkel isn’t representative of every middle aged mamma wanting attention….
soooooooo…..i guess…..i’ll go….so what do you think i should do about my entire life-
from now until i ride off into the sunset?
or something like that….
and maybe, just maybe, it won’t be soooooo long before i find my princess charming…the one i saw in the bubble bath ad…definitely…
the aforementioned is NOT ABOUT MY LIFE STATE. please READ the beginning before commenting. oh, and read the whole thing. i read the whole post when i read yours…please be kind and do the same. then, you will see that this is dripping with satire…i was making a point…